Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1610

Chapter 1610 Violent Cascade

The Fifth Prince took a step forward, and the ground shook.

Nosphaleen didn't let him build up any momentum. Her wings flapped, and she was before him again in an instant. The Fifth Prince tried to use a domain of space to protect himself—a domain he had always been so proud of—but it was absolutely worthless.

Nosphaleen was practically the perfect counter to the Buri Clan. She could manipulate the reality of even the world itself; how could she possibly care about the reality projected from the Skai Eye of a mere F-tier?

To the Fifth Prince's credit, he realized the problem instantly and mounted a defense far more substantial than the first time. He crossed his arms over his body, his belly fat rippling. In an instant, his belly shrank and his arms exploded in size. Somehow, they felt perfectly proportional, a great amount of gravitational weight and pull formed around them.

BOOM.

A clash of trident and arms shook the air, and the Fifth Prince slid back, his heels digging into the ground. But this time, he wasn't sent flying in a torrent of his own blow.

His knees bore down as he exhaled a heated breath. He knew another attack was coming swiftly, but this time, he knew exactly what to do.

A roar came from his lips, and his Whale Warlord Armor took shape. But at the same time, his body grew an entire meter taller, every ounce of fat on him vanishing into the air, leaving behind a young man with slightly bluish skin and muscles so pronounced and chiseled it looked like he was carved from blue steel.

Beneath his Whale Warlord Armor, a plate set of armor that looked formed of whirlpools and churning black holes took shape. The two melded into one, and the power of the Whale Warlord Armor skyrocketed to new heights, dwarfing that of Nosphaleen.

Nosphaleen felt a great pressure descend onto her, and she could feel that the situation might change again. She hadn't killed enough of the army earlier, hoping to deal a death blow to the Fifth Prince as quickly as possible. Now, however, they were recovering and about to surround her from the back.

The four that had been carrying the Fifth Prince's sedan had managed to get up as well, being far more sturdy than she expected. Yet instead of coming after her, they looked like they had actually received orders to go after Sylas.

Now she was facing off against the Fifth Prince, who seemed to have brought out a set of armor. It wasn't as powerful as Cassarae's, but it was far from weak.

From what Nosphaleen could tell—without Sylas' expertise on her side and with the Fifth Prince's protective item still active—it was at least a Gold Set. At a bare minimum, it added at least 500,000 stat points, more than doubling his current amount.

But Nosphaleen didn't have such armors to support her. Her strongest weapon now was this Gold trident she had stolen from Authrione.

No... that wasn't exactly true...

[Frostbane Armor (Bronze) (Treasure)]

[Level: 50]

[+50,000 Constitution]

[Ability: Frostbane Zone]

[Absorb Frostbane Aether to repair armor]

[Exude Area of Effect in <1000> meter radius that deals <10,000> Ice-Poison Damage per second when activated at the cost of 1 Durability per minute] [Durability: 1000/1000]

This was the one armor Sylas had given her. Maybe because he felt he would always be with her, it felt like a waste to give her anything else. But now... Nosphaleen's gaze sharpened.

It didn't make the slightest ounce of difference.

[Petalfall Mirage].

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